I was on a D2 with a local 24 year old Russian girl I met two days earlier. On D1 she invited me to this comedy show¹. After the show we went to Rock Cafe Riga. The girl clearly liked me and was touchy all evening, so it didn’t take us long to kiss. After a few make-out sessions and roll-offs in the club, I pulled the trigger and bounced her home. Done deal…

…or so I thought.

LMR

She happily walked back straight to my apartment. Outside the door I got the first token resistance.

“No, I didn’t want it to go this way.”

“It’s alright”, I said, “we’ll just have some tea. I won’t force you into anything you don’t want to do”. She visibly relaxed, nodded, and followed me to my apartment.

Inside, I gave her space and put on some tea. There were some more shenanigans on the couch and I decided to play the Questions Game to heat her up. She confessed that she doesn’t want to get married. She’d only slept with 3 men and a total of 10 times, yet claimed she likes sex. She stated that she didn’t want to have sex today. It sounded like she meant it. “We won’t have sex tonight”, I assured her. Oddly, she asked me if I had a condom and was satisfied that I had.

“Would you mind if I stay over tonight if we won’t have sex?”, she said. Fine by me, as I like having girls sleep over. I let her use my toothbrush, and soon we were lying in our underwear in bed. I started working her. She happily got my dick out, let me finger her, gave me a mediocre blowjob, and wanked me off. During that, I tried to get her panties and tshirt off but she expressed clear “no’s” albeit with a chuckle. I came and was sated. We showered, during which she stripped naked for the first time, and went to bed.

I woke up at 5:00 AM from the alcohol and found out she hadn’t slept all night. I pulled her in, hoping that spending a night counted as “the next date”. She was visibly horny so I got to work again. The next hour consisted of me trying to pull her panties down and her resisting. All the while, she was laughing and touching me all over. Despite her laughing, I had a gut feeling she wasn’t enjoying the fight: she was visibly frustrated for not letting herself have sex. I even called it out: “look, you’re torturing yourself”. She said “I know”.

At that point I decided to give her several short freeze-outs during which she instantly got close to me and wrapped her legs around me. Periodically she’d let out a statement:

• “I loved how you tried to pull off my panties earlier.”
• “I’m sorry I’m being such a hassle.”
• “If you’re fed up with me, you’d kick me out, right?”
• “The ceiling is too low with this bed².”
• “I want the sex to be good.”
• “I’m a lunatic, I’m so sorry.”
• “Let’s keep sex for next time.”

I have never experienced such forebrain/hindbrain conflict before³: she was lying naked on my bed, writhing and moaning loudly as I was fingering her, but wouldn’t let me put on the condom.

I wanted to rawdog her for a few strokes so I could at least claim my notch. She panicked and said “you won’t write me tomorrow and that will make me feel like shit!”. She got me to stop by reminding me of my promise not to fuck her. So I backed off for good. At that point I was knackered and didn’t care anymore (I already shot my bolt when she wanked me).

She expressed: “thank you for keeping your word.” She said she finishes work tomorrow early and suggested to meet up. She then recited a story how “the female orgasm begins long before the bedroom”. She added how she liked my movements in bed. I tried hard to appear non-bitter, friendly, but stern. As I closed the door behind her, I told her I’d send her the pictures of that night.

Reflection

On the one hand, I feel I played the set right by not appearing overly thirsty, sticking to my promise not to fuck her, and making her feel safe with me. I still have over a week in Riga and she already expressed a desire to see me again.

On the other hand, I have this nagging feeling that I disappointed her by failing to overpower her and help her get laid. After all, she kept coming for more right after every freeze out.

From where I stand, it looks like she had a hard line in the sand that her forebrain just wouldn’t let her cross this night.